12 August 2009

Upon returning from Cumberland Isle, we had to rush off the morning after to get Chad to his ear surgery. These are some of the notes I jotted down while sitting in the the waiting room. I can't guarantee that they make any sense, but you will be able to see how far out my mind stretched.

First Night Back in the Real WorldBack in the worldafter 5 days on Cumberland IslandI woke (in my bed) last nightthinking the shadowson the ceilingof my roomwere the Live Oaksunder the full moonshadowing my tentI could see every detailincluding the Spanish Moss(which we learned is neither Spanishnor a mossbut related to the pineapplefamily)dangling from the Live OaklimbsI perceived animals up in the branchesand a tiger pacinglike I was in a jungleI could smell the airthe only thing missingwas the sound of the waveswhich is probably when I realizedthat I was in my bedand I returned blissfullyto sleep

Fadingthe images of the islandthe experiencethe magicthe peacethe natural noisesare all fadinglike an awesome dreamthat you grab at and try to rememberthe magic seems so far awaythe sightsthe scentsI wish that I hadsome time to processbefore thrust intothis paceI will have to waitand meditateto recall my island experiences

Strangerlike a Heinlein noveli AM a strangerin a strange landand i don't want toever fit in